Quotes About Emotion

She just too far away for affection, so I pray that we never lose the connection

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

Love is the one uniting, relatable thing in everyone's life. It's what we all want and struggle with and fight for.

Flossy was my first girl. And the love I felt for her is one of the best gifts I have ever known.

That thing, that moment when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that person is the only person you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away at the same time.

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

Kisses, even to the air, are beautiful.

The dark side is emotion, Bane. Anger, hate, love, lust. These are what make us strong, Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Your passion is still there, Bane. Seek it out. Reclaim it.

It is in he nature of love, and in the nature of art, to be complex, disturbing, taxing.

Too much emotion is like none at all.

Where her looks are concerned I do not see clearly. My love and adoration of her makes her beauty boundless in my eyes.

Music (Definition; Noun): The artistic organization of sound for the joy and experience of listening.

Birds of a feather flock together, but opposites attract. Absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight is out of mind. Look before you leap, but he who hesitates is lost.

Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart,seized this man for the fair form that wastaken from me, and the manner still hurts me.

Less than a drop of blood remains in me that does not tremble; I recognize the signals of the ancient flame.

Matters not how you smile, fact is that you did.

That was and still is the great disaster of my life-that lovely, lovely little boy.

To be a writer, a creative person, you must retain your ability to react uniquely. Your feelings must remain your own. The day you mute yourself, or moderate yourself, or repress your proneness to get excited or ecstatic or angry or emotionally involved...that day, you die as a writer.

But emotion, for most people, too often is like some sort of slumbering giant, lulled to sleep by preoccupation with the dead facts of that outer world we call objective. When we look at a painting, we see a price tag. A trip is logistics more than pleasure. Romance dies in household routine. Yet life without feeling is a sort of death.

feeling is the place every story starts.

Reaction" is convenient verbal shorthand for "I desire to behave in a particular way."—I may not act, you understand. But the impulse is with me. If, magically, all my restraints and inhibitions were to vanish, I'd embrace the woman, soothe the dog, throw out the cereal, weep or laugh or throw a temper tantrum.

When I'm with you, my world is complete. When I touch you, I understand the meaning of life. When I lost you, I completely shattered. You. Own. Me.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since